Lost Voice | Duct Tape | “You better start talking.”
Horton sighed, "Another one. Lucy, please bring him in. Let me get the gel."
The servants quarters were open to anyone, but due to their status, the servants mostly had the place to themselves.
By now, it felt less like servants quarters and more like a refugee settlement. Dealing with higher-ups like Lord Riverty wasn't easy, and Graham had found that out the hard way - by experiencing Lord Riverty's antagonism first hand.
"Now then," Horton had just finished wrapping the bandages around Graham's cut - the one Riverty made. "You say your name is Conrad?"
Graham nodded, for Conrad was his undercover servant name.
Horton cleared his throat, "My apologies, you said your name is Conrad. He silenced you too, I assume." Graham nodded again. Horton pulled out a quill and a napkin. "Mind if you could write why?"
Graham scribbled something down, then handed the napkin back. "Oh, protecting Lucy?" Horton said, "Standing up to Lord Riverty... I wish I could have your courage. However, I do need to spare my voice."
Graham grinned, and he would laugh if he could. Lucy nodded gratefully.